Might Be of Interest (To Some)

I have peripheral-neuropathy. I have burning/pain/numbness/tingling in my feet and lower legs. Did I mention Pain? OK, didn't want to leave that out. Sometimes it feels like my feet hurt all the way to my armpits. It has also effected my hands, no pain yet just numbness. I plunk guitar. (Notice I didn't say play or pick.) I have lost my "fine" sense of touch in my right hand resulting in a lot of rotating and/or dropped picks. I had resigned myself to a life of strumming bare-handed which resulted in broken nails and shredded cuticles. THEN I found these on the internet.

Please excuse the blurry image. They are tethered guitar picks. Slip the loop on your index or middle finger, grip the pick as normal and boogie on!

Catching Up - Sorta

My last post, way back on 8/24, was concerned with my 1st visit with my new physician and my 1st visit ever to a podiatrist. The next week I had a regular appointment with my opthamologist and found out I still have no indications of retinopathy. The next day I received my lab reports in the mail and evertthing was normal (A condition with which I am not usually associated.) The biggie was that my HA1C was 6.2, the lowest that it has been since Lord knows when. (Picture a 69 yearold big guy doing a happy dance - O.K. don't, it's not the greatest image.) The next day, while attending one of those kindergarten grandparent-day thingies, I happened to run into (not very hard) a fellow T2 whom I haven't seen in a while.

Him: How's it going with your diabetes?

Me: Great, and you?

Him: Mine is still a real problem.

Me: How are your blood glucose levels running?

Him: Oh, I don't mess with that.

Me: (After recovering from a swoon) Are you eating right?

Him: I'm not real careful about that.

His wife: He ate a big bowl of rocky road ice cream last night.

Me: Well what are you doing?

Him: I just try to get my doctor to keep increasing my medications.

Me: Do you tellhim about all this "stuff" you don't do?

Him: Nah, he'd just fuss at me.

Me: (Bear in mind I'm an ordained minister) Will you let me preside at your funeral? I won't charge a dime.

Him: (Looking astonished) Ah, this stuff isn't that serious.

Me: You're forgetting the eleventh commandment.

Him: What's that?

Me: What goeth around Cometh around.